The obsession with personal storytelling reflects not a drive to authenticity of experience, but an inability to conceive of life outside the boundaries of media and entertainment products. It’s the “authentically human” impulse of imagining yourself on TV, and no more.

This life, or all I will commit to of it, is honey, in a hive of connecting chambers of infinite perfection, in which each chamber contains a hive of connecting chambers of infinite perfection.